The Bad-Tempered Series 3: THE NOTORIOUS

♛❤ Prologue❤♛

(PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. So, make your own legitimacy and STOP living in other else's shadow...)

✍A/n: ✍Names, places, events, or any scenes or whatsoever that seemed closely similar to someone or something are purely coincidental. Names, places, events, or any scenes or whatsoever are purely came out from author's playful imagination and fictional world and nothing to do with whatsoever or whoever related to.

♛❤ Prologue❤♛

Yden Laire Ademar.

This is Yden Laire Ademar. You had probably heard about me before—well who wouldn't? From the story of my mama Ysla and papa Blaire down to my eldest sister Ynia and how we beat up her abductor that day in Brazil that now became her husband, Azeil Ramirez.

Well, so much for them I'll leave them at peace—since this story was mine and not about them and so I'd like to emphasize what I like the most and what I hate.

People around me should know the do's and don'ts or else—they'd end up fired or kicked out; should listen and use such ears properly and function well because I hell loathe people whose busy scanning my body than doing their job ethically.

Simple. When at work—eyes on your f***ing task; ears on me or find another job that suits your fuzzy character. The least I could do was to drag someone out my company. Yeah, hate me but that's pretty simple if you wanted to be progressed and be empowered as my company grow and grow built with power and dedication. I had worked my a** in listing the Ademar Corp. & Jewels in top ten's world's greatest company—I had been proving my worth to my father that I can be just like him.

Now, you want to work with my company? Again, eyes on your task and all ears on me! If not? You hell knew what your fate shall be—I f***ing hate idle and sluggish worker. I don't like to pay someone's work when it less valued the quality shown in the task given—pretty simple, I don't like to waste my money on distorted workers.

What about my social life? It's brighter than you have thought! I value time and money—at work, yes. Pero hindi ko rin pinapabayaan ang social life ko—especially my women. Damn, yes, that's plural!

Women.

They suites on my bed for only for couple of hours or even less. I f**k but I don't sleep with my women. I don't do relationship for now—but yes, my door could be open anytime soon.

It's not that I do love. No. Hell no.

It's just I do accept the possibility that I'd be paired with someone who has the same power as me. Yes, right—for Ademar Empire to grow.

As for now? I was enjoying the night here in our old mansion in Pah. I was currently meeting my old college friends while celebrating my 29th birthday—mama Ysla requested this and I couldn't decline her request.

Party music and the splashing of water coming from the pool side chilled the night away as I had seen some of my friends and college mates were enjoying the night.

"Yden, over here, bro! You looked like a God-statue but a useless one. C'mon!" It was Bryl. Nakita kong katabi nito sa pool side sina Kat at Rina—both were my old fling during college days. Their glares were sticky as sh*t. Damn.

"Back to you, idiot." I yelled. Katabi ko sa mesa sina Tyron at Wendel—both of them were successful in their fields too. Tyron's a heart surgeon while Wendel's desire to teach pushed him to be a professor in our own Alma Mater, in Ademar University. Yeah, and Bryl? Just a plain rich-kid. That idiot didn't have a plan yet for his life—but lots of plan when it comes to playing with fire.

"Sir, more wine?" I heard the waitress said behind me. Nilingon ko ito and the wine glass spilled on my shirt dahil tumama sa balikat ko ang serving tray na hawak ng isang kamay nito. "F**k!" Tumayo ako. Hell! Nabasa ang buong dibdib ko and who the f**k was this distorted waitress!?

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, hindi ko sinasadya, sir!" She was hysterical as I jammed my stare at her. Kumuha ito ng tissue saka ipinahid sa dibdib ko.

"Whoa, great view, Yden!" Humagalpak sa tawa ang dal'wa and I didn't like to give them an entertainment show. I held her pulse to stop her from wiping the stain—it will remain on my shirt kahit pa anong gawin niya!

"Who's this stupid waitress who dared working here!?" My voice roared like a bad animal. The loud music stopped; everyone at the party paused; and their eyes centered towards me.

To hell I care!

Ang ayaw ko sa lahat ang mga trabahanteng gan'to!

"Aba't!" To my f***ing surprised she grabbed her hand back and was staring at me—fearlessly. "'Wag mo akong masigaw-sigawan, ha! Akala mo kung sino ka—kalalake mong tao. Nag-sorry na nga 'di ba?!" She yelled straight like she didn't know who I was. She then turned her back and held her head up high. As much as I want to notice her beauty and body—to hell I care!

That woman just screamed at my f***ing face; in my own party; in my own house!

"Easy there, Yden. Hindi naman niya sinasadya at mukhang hindi ka kilala." Pigil ang matawa ni Tyron at matalim ko siyang tiningnan. Wala ako sa mood para makipag-biro ngayon.

"Shut the f**k up, Tyron! Everyone—the party is over!" Malakas kong sigaw saka malalaking hakbang na tinungo ang lunggang pinasukan ng babae. Hindi matatapos itong gabing ito na hindi siya matatanggal sa trabaho. .

She'd be fired!

She'd be kicked!

To hell if she's a mad goddess—she screamed at my face!